The Run/Hunt

Chapter Fifteen

-Derek-

I'm so pissed at my mother right now. I don't understand why she all of a sudden turns against Stiles. Why does it matter who his parents are? That doesn't reflect on who he is and who actually raised him.

When I enter our bedroom and Isaac leaves I take a long look at Stiles. His eyes are still red and blotchy from when he was crying earlier. God I hated seeing him cry. I don't want to see him cry ever again, but I have a feeling that what I need to tell him will make him do so.

"What did she say?" he asks, a little but if hope tinges his voice. It sends a pang through my heart to hear it.

I sigh, resting my hand on his shoulders and lightly pushing him down to sit on the bed. "Sti," I start, kneeling down so I can look him in the eyes. "She said that you're the child born from the sex-slave case seventeen years ago."

His face immediately goes pale and his mouth drops open. "That's not possible!" he argues.

"Stiles, hear me out," I say, stopping him from his almost-rant. "I want to do a DNA test with you and your father. I want to prove to Mother that you aren't the child and won't, as she puts it 'taint out lineage'.

He looks as though he's about to cry again. "She hates me because of my supposed bloodline?"

I hesitate with my answer. "I don't think she hates you as a person, Sti, just who you were born from." I don't think I could explain it anymore nicely since it's a terrible thing to say in general.

"Where did she get that idea from?" he asks. "My parents are from outside of this kingdom and moved here just after I was born."

"I think that's one of the reasons as to why it's so convincing. But, please, let me do this DNA test."

"Why does it matter if I have 'dirty blood'?"

I have to tell him. I haven't got a choice. "Because if it's true, she wants me to reject you."

-Stiles-
I need air. I stand up and push past Derek, ignoring his calls.

I need time to process what I was just told. She wants Derek to reject me. I want to know the source of this information. Obviously she had heard something yesterday, after she spoke so kindly to me.

This DNA test would definitely solve all these questions. So why am I so afraid of the results?

Dad. I have to talk to him. But he's doing the preliminary training today before being stationed as my bodyguard tomorrow.

"Stiles," Cora says, suddenly standing in front of me. "You look terrible. Come on. Let's have something to eat."

I just nod and let her lead me to wherever the food is.

When we sit down I let out all of my pent up thoughts and emotions. Hopefully Cora can talk me through it all.

She helps me put everything in order, then encourages me to talk about it with Derek. I give her a hug and a thanks when I leave to go to bed. The perfect time to have a calm conversation with Der.

So once we're both comfy in bed, him holding me close, I speak. "You're not going to do it, are you,?"

"Do what?" he asks.

"Reject me."

"Of course not. I have waited years for you, I'm not letting you get away that easily."

I smile a little and press closer against him.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

~~~

But it isn't. Because at nine thirty, Derek and I are having morning cuddles, when we are interrupted by Isaac and Scott bursting in.

The former yelling: "They know! The public knows about Stiles' parents!"